Sunday, October 6, 2013

Andres, Do You Want to Build with Me?

Hello,

Today's story could be a graphic story, but here it is only in words.

It happened in my preschool class. A student came to me with a problem about another student rejecting to play him and calling him black.

My assistant and I had the following conversation, after I told the children to be quiet so the teachers could have a special talk with each other. Of course, we had a pin drop silence in the class---the little ears wanted to listen to our conversation.

After that we never had a problem of discrimination in the class. I guess an Indian teacher with her African American assistant do not offer much to discriminate.

My story, with a few changes appeared in the Stories for Children in one of their 2007 issue.

Meera

Andrés, do you want to build with me?

Miss Joyce was working with her preschool class.

Andrés came to her with an unhappy face.

Ms. Joyce asked, “What’s going on Andrés?”

Andrés sounded very upset as he said, “Johnny says, ‘I am
black’”

Ms. Joyce said,
“Hmm. What did you tell him?”

Andrés extended his arm in front of me, “Nothing…...I am brown.”

Ms Joyce put her arm next to Andres’ arm and said, “Guess what? I
am also brown. Sometimes people

call me black.”

Andrés looked up at Ms. Joyce and smiled.

Ms. Joyce said,
“Let’s talk to Johnny.”

Ms. Joyce took Andrés by hand and they both walked to Johnny.

She said, “Hello, Johnny, Do you know this boy?” She pointed to Andrés.

Johnny looked up and said, “Yes, that’s Andrés.

Johnny went on building again.

Ms. Joyce said, “Johnny, Andrés has something to tell you.”

Johnny held on to one of the blocks and said, “What?”

Andrés said, “I am not black, I am brown.”

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and went back to his blocks.

Ms. Joyce asked, “How about calling him by his name?”

Johnny said, “Okay.
I’ll call him Andrés.”

Ms. Joyce said, “Thank you.
I think people like being called by their own name.”

Johnny concentrated on his blocks.

Unhappy Andrés stood there, with a crestfallen face.

Ms Joyce put one hand on Andrés shoulder and she put the other hand on
Johnny’s shoulder as she asked, “Johnny, what do you do when you are hungry?”

Johnny replied, “I eat when I’m hungry.”

Ms. Joyce asked Andrés, “And you Andrés? What do you do when you are hungry?”

Andrés said, “I eat.”

Andrés sat down on the floor, next to Johnny.

Ms. Joyce said, “And what do you gentlemen do when you are
thirsty?”

Johnny said, “I drink milk in the morning. I also like drinking juice and water too.”

Andrés said, “I also drink milk in the morning. I drink water in school.”

Ms. Joyce asked, “Johnny, what happens when you are
unhappy?”

Johnny said, “Everyone cries when they are unhappy.”

Ms. Joyce said, “I think you are right, people cry when they are unhappy. Now

Johnny, have you ever tasted your tears?”

Johnny, “Yeah, they taste like salt.”

Ms. Joyce asked Andrés, “Are your tears salty, Andrés?”

Andrés moved closer to Ms. Joyce, he whispered, “Yes.”

Ms. Joyce asked him again, “Okay, do you smile when you are
happy, Andrés?”

Cute story. Nisha was asking why we are Indian? My explanation started with Mommy and Daddy are Indian and your Grandparents are Indian. The response was "But Why?" I wasn't quite sure where to start next and didn't inquire as to why she was asking. I might try to use your story next time.